Another temperature, another obsessive day.

December 21st 2009 started off like any other day but will stay in my memory as the worst day of my life and one that continues to haunt me every time the Boy is under the weather.

It was a Monday and I was really excited as it was my works christmas party for kids so I was taking the Boy (then 13 months) to work to show him off to my colleagues. We had a nice lunch with a colleague and his family and then went on to the party which was fun although after a bit the Boy started getting upset, it was unusual behaviour for him as he was usually a very happy baby but as there were no obvious signs of illness I just put it down to teething and gave him some calpol. Before this day I was a very relaxed parent when it came to illnesses – kids get them and unless something is obviously very wrong there isn’t much to do other than give them calpol, rest and cuddles. He seemed to perk up after the calpol and we had a really nice time together although he seemed a bit unwell again when he fell asleep on me on the train home. Continue reading

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A day in the life of a Quinny Moodd

This is a montage of me, the Man, Baby Girl and the Boy on a day out putting the new Quinny Moodd to the test. I will be publishing a full review of the buggy after thoroughly road testing it but for now here is a preview of a day in the life of a Quinny Moodd along with some shots which show how easy it is to construct (left hand side) and collapse (right hand side).

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Operation Deswaddle – complete

Before I was pregnant with the Boy swaddling a baby was something I had never heard of (I realised after being pregnant and having a baby that there were a lot of things I had never heard of!) however I read about it and thought that I would wait to see if my baby needed it. And they did. I swaddled both mine from day two or three when it became clear that they wouldn’t sleep happily without the comfort of being bound like an Egyptian mummy. Continue reading

17 weeks on…

Baby Girl is:

  • trying to sit up all the time and looks a bit like the nodding Churchill dogs whilst doing so;
  • dishing out smiles and charming everyone;
  • chatters a lot (wonder where she gets that from);
  • totally in love with her big brother;
  • has the deepest darkest brown eyes I could just drown in;
  • 14lb 4oz (50th centile);
  • unswaddled;
  • really interested in everything, especially while she’s supposed to be feeding;
  • teething;
  • exclusively breastfed;
  • sitting up in the buggy and fascinated by the world;
  • loving splashing in the bath;
  • loves being sung to;
  • stunningly beautiful.

Silent Sunday